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The Nigerian Christian woman equates her Christianity to her sexuality She measures her Christian Life with the number of men she has not slept with Whenever she promises to draw closer to God and be a better Christian, she is indirectly saying she wanna practice celibacy For some reason, she feels guilt whenever her pussy gets wet She feels dirty whenever she longs for a tongue to lick and suck her pussy She feels like Lucifer's daughter because she gets horny whenever she sees a couple kissing She feels like Lucifer's right hand maiden whenever she has a healthy sexual desire And so she runs to her knees and begs God for forgiveness How God sits and laughs with Jesus, then later cries from pain out of so much ignorance But it's not her fault She was brought up by average parents to fear a God who is more interested in her virginity than her character and kindness She was raised by mother's who didn't marry a virgin but will die enforcing v...

Your definition of serving God should not be anybody's expectations or experiences. Your idea of serving God should not be what anybody tells you. Your demonstration of Christianity should not be fueled by another's validation and orientation. Don't serve God to satisfy man! Serve him because you are at peace with your belief. Serve God for your purpose not another's validation. Don't strip your Christianity to clothe a false humanity. Nobody knows God more than Jesus, and I don't see Jesus walking around. I see men, women and children walking around with a divine price tag. And guess what!!! We all cost the same. Because the same price was paid for us all, the  same pint of blood was shed. When Jesus shed his blood, he didn't give two pints to pastors and five to Pope and reverend fathers. God distributed the blood of Jesus equally. So I see men, women and children walking around with the same amount of God's DNA in them....

Serial Ranter Warning... It's a long one!!! Dear parents, you have turned your kids into modern-day cyber and holy zombies. A child is born into a religious home and immediately placed on a rigorous school calendar that sees such a child leave the house as early as 7am. The child wakes up earlier than usual to observe morning devotion and then stays back in school for a compulsory lesson only to close by 5pm. Sometimes you see a child in their uniform as late as 7 or 8pm, such a child left their house as early as 7am! To learn what? This activity goes on 5 days a week, round the clock and weekends are worse, homework from all the subjects to engage them with more averageness from their average minded teachers. You forget to play with your kids, You are always so serious like the teachers they abhor and fear. You think fear is respect? We don't love who we fear. We hate who we fear. Because we hate fear. You never smile and play once in a while, ...

She wore the Burqa that day, the long veil women who practised her religion wore with a blind sense of loyalty and obligation wore. Wearing her garment like a badge of honor. She walked with her shoulders high, her face cloaked with pride and unwavering strength in the face of adversity and condemnation. From her head to her toe, she was clad in black, yet her heart was more pure than most...The burqa bespoke art! Like a bride walking to meet her groom. No skin showed, her complexion was impossible to tell, even her shape to an extent. But her gracefulness leaked from the silhouetted frame that escaped when the wind blew a kiss towards her direction as it fingered her garment. It would have been beautiful if it wasn't measured from the standard of a biased and fanatical world. Never rushing, she edged on. Her steps, calculated like a last word. She was hidden from the world and to her, the world was to be seen behind a veil. What better way to see a world ...